PDLP Chapter 135 Fungi are more like the mastermind than viruses
Chapter 135 Fungi are more like the mastermind than viruses
Why are there so many maggots in the toilet? Why are cockroaches so resilient? And why is the king of the forest always so tragic?
Zi'an clutched her stomach and laughed so hard she almost fell into a ditch full of cockroaches and maggots.
"Little Si, your logic is so weird! What did I mean by 'King of the Forest'? Like lions, tigers, and leopards, but you're starting to lecture me about maggots and cockroaches. You really are an 'environmental whiz'!"
Little Si raised an eyebrow, stretched, and chuckled:
"That's right! I'm an environmental expert, I know everything, I can analyze maggots and cockroaches for you thoroughly!"
Look at the maggots in the toilet. It's practically a natural ecosystem. It's damp, full of organic matter, and the conditions are perfect. It would be strange if the maggots didn't thrive.
Moreover, cockroaches are truly remarkable; their ability to survive in a "doomsday" environment surpasses even that of large cats and dogs—they're practically a carbon copy of the cockroach.
Zi'an covered her mouth and laughed:
"The way you put it, no wonder everyone calls you the 'mad scientist' of the Tang Dynasty. But seriously, we still need to deal with the maggots in the toilet, otherwise they'll become a fly kingdom, and we'll have to upgrade our 'maggot war' to a 'fly extermination war'!"
Xiao Si wrinkled her nose and turned to wink at Zi An:
"Your imagination is too vivid. Fighting maggots? I'd better find a maggot king first and cut it in half!"
Zi'an couldn't help but laugh until he cramped up: "Alright, alright, that's disgusting, stop talking to me about these vile things from the world!"
After taking ginseng, the little rhinoceros fell asleep. When it woke up, it found that the songbirds were all suffering from cold and hunger.
Little Si leaned against the old locust tree in the yard, holding a freshly picked foxtail grass in his hand:
"Qiu Rongmu, is this what you're most worried about? Bacteria? Viruses? You're making it sound like some kind of duel between martial arts masters."
Qiu Rongmu peeked out from behind the herb shelf, her expression grave:
"Yes, any seemingly harmless little thing, such as bacteria, viruses, or even a 'trivial' illness like the flu, can change the entire world overnight."
Coughing and sneezing are small actions that spread through the air. Can you stop breathing?
Humans are inherently sinful, and upon arriving on Earth, this "place of atonement," they are divided into different classes, subject to the cycle of reincarnation, yet they do not understand how to cultivate virtue and perform good deeds...
Indeed, a global pandemic begins in some unassuming place.
As the little rhinoceros listened, it yawned and shook the grass stems:
"Alright, widespread infection? Large-scale epidemic? That sounds pretty scary. But then again, if you're so afraid of viruses, the muddy road to the imperial examinations is nothing compared to this. Why did you switch to researching medicinal herbs? Are you just going to take it on head-on?"
Qiu Rongmu patted the herbal ash off her hands, her eyes growing increasingly resolute:
"Because I wanted to find a solution. Humanity has been fighting against invisible enemies such as viruses and bacteria, but microorganisms are changing too fast. We must acquire more knowledge and develop better drugs. My decision to give up my political career was not out of resignation, but to find another way."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Si's expression suddenly became more serious.
She sat up straight and tossed the foxtail grass aside.
"What you're saying is indeed quite serious, but let me tell you, there's actually something much bigger than viruses and bacteria."
Xiao Si, who possesses military memories, said to Qiu Rongmu, "This is exactly what you should be worried about the most!"
Qiu Rongmu frowned: "Oh? What?"
Xiao Si said, "It's a very serious threat!"
Xiao Si lowered his voice:
"It's fungus. Bacteria and viruses at most make us sick and consume our bodies."
But fungi—their purpose is not to kill, but to control.
It can subtly change our minds!
Qiu Rongmu was taken aback: "Control? How do you control fungi?"
Xiao Si tried hard to recall:
"You know about psychedelic drugs, right? Those drugs that cause hallucinations and even change emotions are mostly extracted from certain fungi."
Don't be fooled by their seemingly harmless marketing as probiotics; when it really matters, they can control insects, directing their actions. They replace the insect's tissues with their own.
Just as they can enter your body, invade your nerves, and turn you into their puppet.
More terrifying than a viral pandemic is a psychological war controlled by fungi.
A chill ran down Qiu Rongmu's spine, and countless indescribable scenes flashed through her mind:
"Fungi are more like the masterminds behind the scenes than viruses..."
Xiao Si nodded, her tone suddenly becoming more relaxed:
"So, if you do a good job researching medicinal herbs, you might be able to save all of humanity if we ever encounter a fungal crisis."
"Alright, I won't scare you anymore. Let's make a pot of tea to comfort your banished soul."
A chill ran down Qiu Rongmu's spine as countless blurry, terrifying images flashed through her mind, instantly casting a shadow of gloom over her heart:
"Fungi are more like the masterminds behind the scenes than viruses..."
Xiao Si watched as her face grew paler and paler:
"Don't worry, Brother Qiu Rongmu, no matter how powerful the fungus is, we'll have to see if we can fight a 'mind war' against it."
If it really controls the world, then I think we'd better hurry up and brew a pot of tea, lest it eats our heads and we don't even have tea left."
Qiu Rongmu remained silent for a moment, her brows still furrowed.
"As temperatures rise, fungi may undergo genetic mutations and burrow into the human brain. Once they control the mind, humans become puppets."
You see, even knowing it's wrong, you can't control your behavior. Because it will infect everyone uncontrollably. There's no cure, no preventative measures, not even an antidote!!
Little Si nodded silently, her eyes still bright:
"Then let's have a 'doomsday carnival'! Since we can't escape it, let's find someone who can play the violin to create some melodious background music."
When the time comes, we'll all become puppets, at least we can happily sway and become a dancing shell.
Qiu Rongmu was infected:
"Yes, it's better to have misplaced joy than genuine sorrow. When we're feeling down, let's put on a grand symphony and give viruses and fungi a more 'refined' way of infecting us!"